Of the days that rise and fall,
This life does take not my heed,
Slowly vanishes through night,
The light despair her dark’st fall,
Gently shines atop silent,
Upon my word did listen:
That of ours truly face there,
This heat boldly entail here,
Frail that of my blood congeal,
No comfort work this pain does,
That time soon pass, and I too;
Fades away into the light,
As close as you through the night.

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